Day: Dec 12, 2018

The accident

By accident I broke my sister’s doll
It’s head hit  wood, the arm of my brown chair
With a sorrow desperate I was  filled
I wept onto the doll’s distasteful hair

So my route was set,I could not play
I studied books and learned to write and draw
No more to  fantasise or dream  my way
But make submission to an abstract law

Outside your window peering at your lives
I am the lonely watcher in the night
No more  to find a husband,  be a wife
To live in patches in the shadowed light

An accidental movement   not a choice
Determined what would be my lifelong course

 

The swans are  the  aristocrats of war

The swans have killed the goslings as before
Their little river  scene of love and war
The swans have threatened me as I walk by
Leaning on my stick,I see the sky

 

Territorial    rights   and greater force
The swans are  the  aristocrats of war
The geese must find a place where they
Will be  lords and masters for a day

The  ducks have left the island in the town
As swans desire their home to settle down
There is no fairness except that of a the brute
For moorhen, brilliant duck  and little coot

Are we too like the swans and savage beasts
As Bedouins  are  moved on and  have no nest

 

When the sun sets like an orange glass

The geese have changed their route ,no longer pass
When the sun sets  like an orange glass
Further East they fly  as one great shape
Descending  like a god in graceful hope

I miss their passing overhead each day
Wish I could fly with them in other realms
Their beauty made me gasp  in silent prayer
By the  little lake  in sunlit air

Now I never go where they  descend
Woods once filled with blue birds and their sound
In my eye I see the entire  view
Hand in hand with love and all things new

Scenes of beauty, lakes seen through tall trees
Rydal Water,Red Bank, my mind  eased

 

No sight is like the rising of the sun

No sight is like the rising of sun
When promises of dreams seem  clear and still
My heart  though sore ,can fancy  love has come
Without hard times and exercise of will.

No morning is without new dawn of hope
When all our conflicts shall be put aside.
Imagination is  far flung in her wide scope,
Never  noting dreams may fraughtly lie.

No love is like my long lost love for you
Once known,once felt,it settles in the heart.
Yet I do believe love can be found anew
But only when the lost  true love  departs.

So bother me no more with reveried bliss.
Go leave me with my  life,though all’s amiss